They never found her body. Perhaps that was because I was the only one searching. Although, I knew it was pointless because it wasn't her body that died; it was her spirit.

She wasn't the happiest nor was she known for being kind. People didn't seem to care much for her; not that she minded. It didn't worry her that she might not have friends her age. However, she had one person that she could always depend on, or so she thought. Until she learned you cannot depend on anyone ever.

Perhaps that's why she has never been found. I, however, think she's still drowning. Maybe when the butterflies came; she thought they were pretty. Maybe she went out to see them expecting them to be kind. But that's not what she found. Because what she didn't know was that those 'butterflies' wanted her and they weren't alone.

And as soon as they saw her they made sure they would never leave her. They even went as far as putting a voice inside her head to control her. They don't rest. But they're there inside of her and reminding her of everything she did wrong; pointing out her flaws.

Maybe it was as if they were the lonely ones and they did not want her to rest. As soon as she tried to do anything they were there. They were always there.

I don't think it happened quickly. I think it started like a cancer. Slowly killing her from the inside out.

If you're curious to whom I am referring, how will I know this girl? Well, that little girl I spoke about, I was her. But like I said, that little girl is dead. Even if she isn't, the butterflies will make sure she is soon.

Because they didn't just bring a little voice to her mind. They brought another friend. Wherever they got quiet the emptiness got loud. And drowning has never been fun.

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